Come with me on a tour of Melrose, a 1916 Tudor style home in Narragansett. It's always been one that catches my eye when I whisk by. Last summer when the gang from New York were visiting we snuck in to take pictures and explore the abandoned grounds. As soon as we were done I researched it extensively, so you can imagine my surprise when today I drove by today and saw a "For Sale" sign up front! Thank God for my pacemaker, whew!
(disclaimer: sorry for the incredibly heinous photos...thank you remax!)
Above is the view from the front door, I know this from the time I snuck a peak in the windows seen in picture. This room will be great for those making dramatic entrances to my parties. I'll have to hire live entertainment of some sort.
Not sure what this room is below, but I'm envisioning quiet nights with friends by the fire, talking and smelling the wafting jasmine come in from the garden.
This must be the master suite?
The listing price is $579,900. A "steal" especially since all the houses in this neck of Ocean Rd. start at 5 million.
Did I mention four bedrooms, four baths, a guest cottage, three car garage, koi pond (top photo, under the plywood), spitting distance away from my favorite tidal pool for swimming and basically a dream come true. I daren't imagine where to start the work, but if I was a millionaire or in another phase of my life I'd buy this in an instant and start the dream life.
Here's the picture Micah took of Katie and I in the garden last May: (I'm the ecru blob rolling about in the grass, wearing Katie's poncho in a bucolic fit.)
Adam Moore's photograph looks straight out of any Spanish magical-realist novel. Garcia Marquez visualizing Cartagena or Allende bringing Caracas to life. Nobody does it better. It's actually just San Francisco, magical in it's own way! (Never been)
"Dress in the country varies considerably in many matters from that worn in Town. A boy's first 'country suit' after he leaves school is a great event to him. At Eton and Harrow the style of dress might almost be called a uniform, and the first suit of tweeds mark the emancipation from school-life. When in the country he dons these the first thing in the morning, unless he should be on hunting or bycycling thoughts intent, or should incline towards tennis, boating, or the slow delights of angling....
...Invitations to breakfast in the country are by no means unusual. The dress would consist of that ordinarly worn in the mornings, whether tweed suit, knickerbockers, hunting, or riding gear, or the black morning-coat or suit."
Does any one Spring clean anymore? Wash everything, hang the sheets out on the line, bleach, throw out clutter, etc etc?
Must be an Irish habit my mother instilled in us as lil' things. There's really no greater satisfaction (sort of), especially when you find a scarf made of Donegal tweed that took you the entire month of November to knit. Apologies to all who I accused of stealing it.
Every Winter I seem to go through a "I can't take another Winter at Grey Gardens" phase, you who know me well are acquainted with it. I turn off the phone, lock myself in, plump down by fire, grab my knitting needles and wait 'till the robbins beckon me outdoors. Don't get me wrong, I always seem to accomplish a lot during those hibernation hours and relish that time period, but I am ever so happy to see that trees are budding, flowers blooming, fish are jumpin,' cotton is high, etc etc.
Isn't this photo shoot stunning!? Very Beverley Nichols, although when it came out I had no idea who he was. This is one of those spreads where I cut out every picture and pasted in my book. I went looking for it, and it's still there! Perfect in everyway! Look at the rest here.
Well, dears, I found a few more, one found by another.
This is pretty spot on just missing some leather volumes, which I'm sure is on the other side of the room:
NEXT! (whacks pointer to chalkboard) is this specimen:
A "good thing" although a bit too elegant.
On to the one sent to be by his Lordship, Uncle Dunkle:
By Jove! that mountain man never ceases to suprise me!
To wrap up class, think back to Ang Lee's adaptation of 'Sense and Sensibility.' (The most beautiful of all Jane Austen films.) Yes, well remember the "terrible" cottage in Devonshire they make a home of? C'est parfait!
Everytime I watch it my body shivers with longing.
I looked and looked and these are the only measly pictures I could find: